Celestia sat on her throne. Her ethereal main that blew in a nonexistent wind was on the verge of bursting into flames from the fury in her millennial eyes. Just a few hours ago, once she was released from the infirmary. The guards became rabid, shouting orders throughout the halls to recapture the two captured demons that had escaped, and outran the entire guard, even Luna, was on the search for the two powers that could very well end all of harmony without a care in the world.

'How did they escape?' she asked the guards that were on watch of the two demons specifically, but they didn't know. It was like they just, fazed through the walls, circumventing the antimagic spells throughout the prison.

Those eyes. Those cold azure eyes that screamed; power, fear and vengeance. Celestia kicked herself for failing to end those eyes. To watch them perish in Tartarus for all of eternity. If it wasn't for the aid of her sister, she would have seen the afterlife herself. That fear of meeting your maker shook her core. 'How would Luna cope with her death? How will her subjects react to her no longer being able to guide them to the light? What will happen to her student that she saw as her own?' All these questions clouded her mind, causing her to fear those eyes.

'No!' Celestia mentally shouted. 'I-I will not give in to fear! Fear does not control me. It doesn't guide my hoof! I rule fear! The demons of Tartarus fear my blade! I will find them and I will purge their corruption! Even if I have to end the suffering of the foals they touch with fire!'

Luna searched all over the castle grounds and surrounding area, using what little information she has from the guards who managed to give chase to the trio. The two detainees that were captured had a friend that aided in their escape. Luna wasn't sure as to who this person was, but from the guards that did manage to catch up. The two females sprouted wings and flew to the waterfall while the other created a portal with a strange arm attachment and disappeared from existence.

Luna searched for any magic outside but found none. It was like they vanished without a trace. 'What magic did they have that they could have defeated my sister?' Luna muttered warily as she returned to the castle to lower the moon.

I sat quietly on a rock near the entrance to the den. My thoughts filled with concern for what waits inside. The autumn season is coming to an end, and soon winter will take its place. Most people think about their family when in situations like this. Being sent to a world that's not their own. I had plenty of time to dwell on it. Each time I got more depressed. I would never have thought that I would get a chance to see them again. Even though I have to give up my ticket to heaven. I hope an orphan got that ticket. He/She deserves it more than I.

Murphy and his damn law would have it, no such chance was allowed. Well, that is until LadyLuck stepped in and threw a big ol' contract in my face. which was know ready to be opened and in return? I have to spend one-thousand years fighting and protecting lost souls for judgment and reincarnation.

The black case on my lap was roughly; two and a half meters long, six inches tall and one and a half meters wide. Once I opened the case, my souls is forever condemned to hell, or rather, Tartarus. Immunity to dark magic, immortality and a cool scythe to boot. All because I beat Hades in poker. Was it worth it? I know my new appearance wasn't going to be recognized by my family. That much I know, but, at least, I will be able to tell them that their son is in a better place.

"Heh...A place where I am the most hating thing on the planet now." I muttered solemnly. I slid my hand over the case, feeling the strange plastic one last time before it disappears. I flipped the case around and placed both of my hands on the two latches. "See ya in hell pony gods," I smirked as I flicked the latches open causing the case to disappear and a scythe to appear in its place.

Angel looked over from where she was sitting to see the new object on my lap. While she was admiring it, I couldn't help but notice a mark on my hand. It was a typical dark-yellow, lightning rune on the back side of my hand that looked like it came from the Elder Scrolls series. Shrugging it off and smacking the she-demon away from my prize. I gave it my appraisal.

The two and a half meter pole was black with silver wolf-like tribal marks. At the base was a silver crescent moon hilt with a long black blade with the same silver-wolf-like marks along the half meter blade. The head was the main damage dealer. At the opposite side of the scythe was a; hollow silver moon with two different blades attached to it. The main claw-like blade was, at least, one and a half meters long with the same style of color as the blade on the hilt. The other side held a similar blade except it was straight and the same size as the one on the hilt. Both looked like they had a wolf head made of silver adorning the flat ends of the double edge blades. All in all, it matches me perfectly.

I lifted the insanely light scythe up and twirled it around my wrist, then followed up with said twirl by spin it around my waist, neck, arms then catching it with the head pointed forward from my right foot with the hilt above my left shoulder. "Huh? That felt a little too natural. I wonder if I insta-learned how to be epic with it?" Angel looked at me funny at that comment. Shrugging again, I slumped my new friend now called: Cresent Rose, over my shoulder like a hobo stick and walked into the den to give Silver an apology for running out on her. Next time, though, when I finally finished training her to be more 'Moe.' I might let her be my first, now that she has boobs. Even though I'm an ass man...err...girl.

Canterlot was in dire need of repairs. Just moments ago. A storm in which Equestria has never seen, ravaged the land, destroying everything in its wake. Millions of bits worth of damage, crops erased, textiles in disarray and industry as a whole stopped, and repurposed to aid in fixing the entire country. Celestia couldn't believe the damage reports she was getting alongside her sister Luna, and her most faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.

Las Pegasus downed from lightning damage. Baltimare battered to hell by hoof-sized hail. Vanhoover flooded from tsunamis, and Fillydelphia ripped apart from the horrendous wind. Canterlot was worst of all. Hundreds of mile wide tornados hit the city if it wasn't for the combined efforts of Celestia and Luna. The city would have been erased for ever.

All Celestia could think about was how no pony died. Not a single life perished in this apocalyptic storm when there should be thousands. Her morbid train of thought of all the worst possible things that could have happened, didn't. The only damage was that of things that could be replaced with ease. She felt as though The Sisters of Fate were laughing at her expense. 'Was this some sort of punishment?' Celestia thought bitterly. 'But what did I do?'

"Ahem!" Coughed somepony. Celestia shook her head from her daze and looked at where the noise came from, but she was still shaken from the implications of what this horrific reconciliation came from.